Hello, Horny Readers! Welcome to My stop on the Halloween Blog Train, where you will withstand the chills and thrills of chastity and cbt in the Enchanted Forest!
If you want to follow Us all the way through, you may want to go back to the beginning and Mistress Constance’s post. Follow that all the way through Mistress Hunter’s post, and you will be all caught up, and ready to experience what I have in store for you!
Be sure to enjoy the side story of the glade at the bottom, a little extra bit of chastity torment for Our subbies observing Locktober!
You may be asking yourself, what do chastity and cbt have to do with a forest?
I’ll give you two hints:
- Trees can be male, female, or both, but the forest as a system is spiritually female.
- Most heterosexual males owe penance to womankind in one way or another.
More than that will require that you read on.
Into the Glade of Chastity and Cbt Repentance
The controlling entity that relentlessly drained your balls and made you eat your cum abruptly sets you free. You fall to your hands and knees, breathless. Balls dessicated, penis sore, stomach queasy with disorientation and your own ejaculate, you attempt to calm yourself.
As your ragged respiration and heart rate return to normal, you creep to your feet. First slowly rolling your shoulders in their sockets, then raising your arms above your head and stretching gingerly from side to side, you test whether or not the awkward positioning of the coerced orgasm and cum eating ordeal that ended just moments ago injured you in any way.
Luckily, aside from a bit of stiffness, you seem to feel no worse for the wear. Even the aforementioned queasiness seems to be subsiding. And although your cock and balls feel a bit violated, you smile a little and scratch yourself, allowing the familiar post-orgasm sleepiness to overtake you. You’ve always been a fan of your own orgasms, and though you prefer to control them, a cumshot is a cumshot, in retrospect.
You close your eyes and take the first deep, controlled breath in what seems like an eternity.
Zipping up your pants, you decide that it’s time to go back to finding a way out of these woods.
Oh, the folly of man.
A beguiling tinkling on the breeze
After a few moments, your ears pick up a soft, distant sound. Musical tinikling, almost like tiny wind chimes. When you open your eyes, you notice an opening in the trees that you’re almost sure wasn’t there before. In fact, it looks like it leads to a glade.
It’s dim where you’re standing amongst the trees, the canopy so thick that sunlight is barely strong enough to dapple through it. But you can see a hint of open space with mossy ground cover and low profile wildflowers in almost full sun just up ahead.
After your literally draining ordeal, you decide that a nice nap in the sun, soothed by the birds and butterflies and that mysterious windchime sound will be a perfect way to recover. With this in mind, you begin to walk over the leaf-padded path that leads to the glade.
The soft chiming grows more audible, and you begin to look up into the trees that line the path to see if you can find out where it’s coming from. At first, all you can see are intermittent glints of light among the leaves, more and more of them the closer to the glade you get. Mostly they’re too far up for you to see what the sunlight is glinting off of until you get to where the path opens up to the sunny green expanse. There, a branch on a fat-trunked pine tree is low enough that you can see it right before your eyes: a set of two small, silver keys.
You recognize them as chastity keys; endless porn-searches have brought you into contact with plenty of things that don’t interest you.
Little do you know that what interests you is going to become mostly irrelevant, very soon.
Wild Bondage
You reach up and snatch the keys from the branch before looking around and confirming that they’re everywhere. With a shrug, you conclude that it must be some primal artistic statement by hiking feminazis. With a scoff and a roll of your eyes, you continue into the glade.
Little do you know that when you snatched the keys, you submitted yourself for investigation and judgement of your sexual conduct towards women. You unwittingly submitted yourself to the penalty of the forest should you be found guilty: cbt and chastity.
When the breeze picks up to a gust, the chiming turns to a momentary chatter. Leaves and needles whisper together in an almost human way.
You’re still oblivious to the meaning of all of this, but that won’t last for long.
For now, all that’s on your mind is finding the perfect sunny spot, and getting comfortable, which you do in short order. But the moment you settle yourself and close your eyes, four formerly benign-looking clumps of groundcover begin to quietly elongate their stems and fronds, winding their way around your wrists and ankles. When you take alarmed notice and try to jerk yourself free, you find that you are as unable to escape captivity as if you were held by chains of iron.
The wind picks up once again, along with the chattering of the keys and whisper of foliage. To your shock, another gust of wind, accompanied by the sound of popping buttons and ripping fabric, takes your clothes with it, and you are left restrained, naked, and vulnerable.
You watch them, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, whip into the treetops, chased by your wheeling shoes and socks.
Overwhelmed by the supernatural and seemingly endless events of this journey, you cry out in frustration, “What do you want from me?”
“Penance.”
This is the whisper in the trees, still fluttering in a now sustained high breeze that has finally ceased to seem natural to you. Somehow what sounded like an almost human voice before is now clearly understandable. The promise of warmth that drew you has disappeared as clouds drift in overhead, obscuring the sun. The once-inviting glade has taken on an almost gloomy cast.
Penance, penance, penance.
“For what?” you shout back. “What have I done?”
In response, another clump, situated near your waist, springs up tall and bows down to seize your sore cock, pulling it up straight and exposing your balls. A moment later, a pine cone shoots out from the trees and smacks into them from 20 feet away with a force that would impress a major-league pitcher.
“Goddammit!” you scream, writhing ineffectually.
The nausea has returned, this time a familiar offshoot of the pain of being kicked in the balls.
Unmoved, the forest sends another pinecone missile that hits home once again. Then another. And another. One after the other, pummeling your abused flesh. Alone and cradled in your palm, a pinecone weighs next to nothing. But the cumulative punishment of 20 of them at that velocity surprises you with the pain they inflict. Your cries are at first wordless roaring anger, then pathetic weeping. Only then do the missiles pause.
Sniveling, you manage more humbly, “But I don’t understand!”
Your sins deserve chastity and cbt.
Suddenly, a cloud drifts aside, and your eyes are immediately dazzled, though you feel unable to close them. And on the canvas of your sun blindness, you begin to see a flashing of images:
Leering looks at uncomfortable women in elevators.
Porn binges of women being degraded and used purely for the pleasure of men. You hunched over and jacking off with a slack-jawed, drooling attentiveness.
Dates you went on, not because you really wanted to get to know the woman, but because you wanted to get laid.
A rapid-fire scrolling of the times you blocked or ghosted a woman when they declined to have sex with you as soon as you wanted or weren’t content to be simply a vehicle through which to act out your porn-induced fantasies.
Times you humped away on top of a woman, came in five seconds, and rolled over to sleep with no care or concern for her satisfaction.
You sitting on the couch, burping and scratching yourself as a woman toiled around you.
You know it’s all true.
“I’m sorry!” you blubber helplessly. But instead of this expression of contrition securing your release, it seems as if the entire forest on all sides explodes with wrath.
Pinecones and acorns shoot out at you in a seemingly relentless barrage, always somehow finding your nutsack. Once in a while, a twig whips by and leaves a thin red welt on the shaft or head of your cock. You twist from side to side futilely, trying to evade them until, sobbing, you simply submit yourself to the corporal punishment, and fall into a kind of agonized stupor.
Somehow the forest seems to sense your submission, and with a few final blows, the eldritch ballbusting ceases.
Reflection before imprisonment.
For a while, the glade is absolutely silent but for your moans of pain and contrition. Not even a chirp of a bird or buzz of an insect can be heard. But gradually, the sounds of animals return, just as the clouds drift away. This time the sun feels warm, like reprieve.
Naked and humiliated, trying to ignore the numb agony in your balls, you decide you do feel bad about the way you’ve treated women in your past. You realize that your preoccupation with your own pleasure made you see women as just another means to secure it, and you feel ashamed.
If only that were enough for the forest.
Sentenced to chastity.
The securing plants slowly unwind themselves from your wrists and ankles, and you sit up slowly. You don’t want to get up yet, because you can’t bear the thought of the insides of your thighs coming into contact with your poor nutsack. But you do look down at it, and blanch with dread.
Somewhere in your cbt stupor, your cock and balls have been imprisoned in a chastity device.
With a defeated moan, you nevertheless scramble around as much as you can without adding insult to injury, for the keys you plucked from the tree branch on the way into the glade. You notice that your clothes have returned, folded neatly and stacked nearby. The sun glints off of something on top of the pile, and you eagerly grasp for it, wincing as you incidentally jostle your bruised and swollen nuts.
But when you bring the key to the padlock, it doesn’t fit. You are so exhausted and defeated that the most you can manage is more slump shouldered weeping, which continues until you find the strength to stand and put on your clothes. But once you have, you can muster no more will than it takes to lie back down. You then drop into a fitful sleep.
Forest Chastity and Cbt
The forest whispers to you on night breezes all night long, strangely soothing despite the knowledge it imparts. By the time you wake, you understand that you will have to find the key to your cage amongst the hundreds hanging all around you. Yes, this may take months, even years. But when you do find it, and earn your release from the cage and from the glade itself, it will be as if no more than a few hours have passed beyond it.
More importantly, you will have not only repented through chastity and cbt for your past treatment of women, but become a full-fledged service submissive, grateful for every bit of attention from womankind, focused on their pleasure and satisfaction. You will strive to become a selfless lover with endless stamina, intuitive and attentive, indifferent to your own orgasm, and rabid for eating pussy.
And in those moments when the old, selfish you threatens to creep back in, a shiver will run down your spine. In your mind you will hear the whisper of the trees. The whisper will remind you of the final lesson of the forest: that if you aren’t careful, diligent with your reformation, you could wake up one morning, despite having gone to sleep in your bed, right in the midst of the glade again. You will be locked in chastity and cbt vulnerable, the ominous music of hundreds of keys chiming on the breeze.
Now, stumble out of the glade, horny readers, and into the world of Miss Kay Marie! Tomorrow, She will have a new stop for you over at MistressAfterHours.com.
xx
Goddess Rachel, Chastity and Cbt Arborist
1-800-356-6169
Oh–and don’t forget–a little extra audio story from the glade that’s sure to make you shiver!
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What a great entry to the blog train Ms R! you poured your sexy heart and soul into this one! WOW WOW WOW
Ok guys, be honest, You’re throbbing right now!
Hi Mistress Erika! It seems like every Halloween Blog Train, I get carried away! I never expect people to read it all, but somehow every year they do! And I appreciate it!
Hell, if you can’t indulge yourself around Halloween, when can you? *giggle*
Thanks for stopping by!
Goddess Rachel…I would say the hapless Halloweenie you inherited from Hunter gives a new meaning to the phrase “full of himself!”
Now, those wind chimes of keys? I’m sure several of them must be mine…I’ve lost a bunch over the years!
Ask Mistress Erika!
Pine cones? Now I’m going to insert myself..(in a literary sense, not literal) into the story.
I see myself now being pelted by pine cones, deservedly so.
Whilst grilling (we call it barbecuing up here) I grab a 7 iron and knock all the cones from my Blue Spruce into the ravine. Payback is a bitch!
I will comment on the cage rage later!
ROFLMAO! little peg, the imagery you just put into My mind has Me cackling! Are you going to catch some squirrels for the grilling? Remember, you can’t leave the glade until your sentence is served!
Looking forward to hearing about the cage rage! lol
holy wow I never in my life saw pine cones or acorns as items to abuse balls but now I sure as fuck do and the keys in the trees and the locked in chastity and the flash back of looks on womens faces on how you made them feel and ohh mahh gawd this was fantastic rachel
I’m so excited that you liked it, Miss Constance, and so flattered! Thank you!
As always your writing is erotic and creative. Thanks for another fantastic Halloween tale that lots of us will be reading with locked up little chubs.
Thank you wessypoo! So glad you enjoyed! Did you get to listen to the additional little story at the bottom? No worries if you didn’t–this is a meal it’s understandable you might need to eat one bite at a time (lol), but I think you’ll relate!
Omg, I almost missed the audio! I do chase those prostate orgasms! This feels so relatable, Thank you Miss Rachel!
My pleasure, wessypoo! I almost thought it was too scary to be sexy, but it IS Halloween!
Making a mental note to add pinecone torment to my list of CBT supplies. I have to agree completely that nature is definitely the feminine, and if more men took heed to that, they might not end up naked in the forest, crying… or worse. And I will have to read the complimentary story too, as this was quite enjoyable.
Thank you for reading, Duchess Willow! And may your arsenal of pine cones always stay full and at the ready! *giggle* So glad you enjoyed!
Ok, “CBT Arborist” got me. *giggles*
I love when Ms Nature gets involved in helping teach misogynists manners! Yess, pine cones… It’s like target practice and pitching practice in one!
*giggle* Glad you liked that, Mistress Harper! Would that We could find a way to direct Our cbt subbies to employ pinecones somehow! It’s very seasonal! Hey, seasonal cbt! Someone should write a blog post about that! *hint hint* lol
Focusing on these images trying to comprehend what I’m seeing. “These aren’t my memories” I protest. Yes, I did look at those beautiful women, but in envy of the beautiful clothes they were wearing!
Yes I did climax in 5 seconds, but she laughed and told all the others at the party!
Also that she was surprised I lasted until 5 since I was only giving her 4!
Yes, I was on that website but my computer was infected with a virus and ALL the pix of me in sissy mode instantly uploaded to the Cloud.
Still, I understand I must atone and willingly accept chastity.
I stand with the new encumbrance affixed by the Enchantrices of the Glade.
I step forward. CLANG! The devices slips off my diminutive member and crashes to a rock sending peals of shame throughout the forest.
Thunder rolls in, the skies darken, a voice booms in dismay, “This cage is too big?! It’s the tiniest one we have!”
The howls of laughter fill the air as even now the Goddesses realize they have punished this poor being enough.
“On your way little man. DO NOT take your clothes. How you were ever garbed as a male defies logic. I am sure there will be more suitable attire for you when you reach your next destination!”
😂😂😂🤣
Delightful, little peg! My favorite was how the smallest chastity device fell right off and clanged against the rocks! 😂😂😂
Based on a true story…🤭
My Chastity Cherry!
Wasn’t in a forest, however!
*giggle*
Have you written about the true story somewhere?
Mistress Erika knows the story🤭🔐. I’ve written so many comments on so many blogs I’m sure I’ve “let it slip out somewhere!”
Lol!
I’ll keep My eyes open for it then! lol
You may have even written about it already in MY comments section! I’ll have to look back!
Miss Rachel! What an amazing story! As always, such originality! You commented that You get carried away and don’t expect anyone to read all the way through! Please get carried away like that as often as You like! To not read every word after all of the the effort You put into that would be a crime against all things Femdom, and then a bonus clip to listen to as well? I read and listened to every word so that I wouldn’t end up stuck on the end of that carved branch!
😆
Well jemmie!
First of all, let Me say THANK YOU for the vote of confidence!
Second of all, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! The post, and the audio story as well! You’re such a good gurl I don’t foresee any carved branches in your future . . .
Unless you want one . . . 😜
I’m being “ghosted” on the Halloween Blog Goddess Rachel!
Boo! Not a scary boo a disappointment boo!
Only you and Mistress Daphne have replied to my comments!👍. Gonna give a sissy a complex🤣
Oh no!
Maybe the Mistresses have missed the comments?
Maybe a glitch of some kind?
Perhaps distracted?
Who could possibly miss your delightful comments?
All in all, don’t take it personally! No one would purposely ignore you, I promise!
I loved this entry Miss Rachel. Such a wonderfully imaginative way to bring cbt and chastity into this setting. The audio sidebar added it’s own wicked element.
Hello there, Tigervoice! Thank you so much for reading (and listening)! I’m glad you enjoyed both tales!
Mistress Rachel, this is Sissy Slut Samantha. Captivity, restraints, cock and ball torture, and then a chastity cage! Wow; what a power-focused narrative! Being your SIMP, I love the idea of being the target of your dominion and your story of natural forces visiting pain on me to demonstrate your dominion takes my breath away. Recovery means discovery of a cage that physically marks me very obviously as your property and exhibits your total control of my most essential pleasure.
The creativity of your post is exquisite but the infliction of my reality upon my tender flesh and upon my obsessed mind is overwhelming. Thank you for pressing my lips to the heel of your boot. I love my slavery.
Good gurl, Samantha!
Knowing how hungry BOTH your hidey holes are, I bet the audio story at the bottom would resonate with you, too, but your hygiene would be much better!
Yes, mistress. I can imagine myself in a tantric state in your glade like the man in your audio. Once captive and caged, I would be mentally and emotionally enslaved as well as physically controlled. The passion of being owned and physically restrained and imprisoned in the glade would be overwhelming. The condition of the man in your audio does not surprise me.
But considering my hunger for dick and cum and being used by alpha males, I would imagine that my catatonic behavior would include begging for Paul’s cock as well as bouncing on my prostate plunger. I would plead with the forest forces to include service to the passing “good boys” as part of my sentence.
Your audio is extremely good, Mistress Rachel. Thank you.
Hahahahahaha! Thank you, Samantha! Glad you enjoyed it!
Happy Halloweenie to you dear Ms Rachel, and I hope you have lots of boys to lock up . Maybe soon we can do another 4 Ms Call as we did with Ms Jenna and Ms Lexi. What a blast, or did we deny the spanko no blasting…Heehee 🙂
Once again, that was delightful My dear! Thanks for visiting!
Goddess Rachel,
I had no idea you were such a gifted writer. This was fantastic. I think I may dream of eldritxh CBT and imprisonment tonight.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Well hello there! Lovely to hear from you, and I hope all is well!
I’m glad you enjoyed the post, and I think you for the compliment!